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bi0nic Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/3/07 7:10am Subject: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Complete 17 Dec - Date Edited: 12/17/07 7:44am (2 edits total) Edited By: bi0nic
	Title: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto Author: bi0nic Timeframe: ~OT Characters: Han, Leia, Luke, Obi-Wan, Threepio, Yoda Genre: Panto, crossover, humour Disclaimer: Neither Star Wars, nor Cinderella, nor many of the jokes here (which I have shamelessly stolen from various Pantos I've seen) are mine. Summary: Star Wars meets Pantomime Cinderella. Nuff said. Author's Notes: This is a fairly traditional British Panto, and as such, contains both cross-dressing and double entendres galore. The theory goes that Panto double entendres usually go over the heads of the children in the audience, so I would have said that there's no reason this couldn't be considered family-friendly. But if you still have any reservations, feel free not to carry on reading. Dramatis personae: Narrator -- bi0nic Cinderelleia -- Leia Organa/Carrie Fisher Prince Charming -- Luke Skywalker/Mark Hammill Buttons -- Han Solo/Harrison Ford The Ugly Stepsisters -- Obi-Wan Kenobi and C-3PO The Fairy Godmother -- Yoda Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto Narrator: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, I bid you welcome to our play, That's set in that place you love, the galaxy far, far away. And despite copious amounts of cross-dressing, that upon your eyes might lay, You certainly will not find here a non-TOS-compliant gay. So come and join us, if you please, in a land from a long-lost time, Where characters are broadly-drawn and inexplicably talk in rhyme. The first of our motley crew is Buttons, servant to Baron Hardup, his Lord, And who is it that we have playing him here, why, it's Harrison Ford! Buttons: Hello boys and girls! Audience: Hello Buttons! Buttons: Yes, my name is Buttons, but you may also call me Han Solo But to not be the male lead in this play is rather a low blow I've been an A-list movie star for, I'll admit, many a year Now to be playing supporting roles, what's happened to my career? Audience: It's behind you! Buttons casts a wary eye at the audience. Buttons: Steady. You wanna watch yourselves, you do. Despite what Lucas says, I can still shoot first, y'know. Audience: Oh, no you can't! Buttons: Oh, yes I can! Audience: Oh, no you can't! Buttons: O-o-oh, yes I can! In fact, I'll prove it to you. Buttons reaches behind him and produces a hand-held blaster. He turns and begins firing wildly into the stalls, to shrieks of delight from some of the children in the audience who manage to catch the sweets being launched over their heads from the direction of the stage. Buttons: That's all I've got, I'm afraid. I would've included some Kashyyyki fudge, but I thought you might find it a bit Chewie. From the orchestra drummer, the sound of a 'Ba-dum tssh' can be heard. From the audience, the sound of groans can be heard. Buttons: Thank you, thank you. I'm here all week. Try the veal. Now watch as I seamlessly slip back into my rhythmical rhyming duties, I must now introduce you to my Lord's daughters, a trio of glamorous beauties. But when I say 'beauty', as regards the two eldest, it may come as quite a shock, And when I say 'glamorous' you'll be forgiven for thinking along the lines of Alice Cooper glam rock. You see I have to employ New Labour-style spin, to avoid my head on the block, Rest assured, when your eyes set upon the Ugly Stepsisters, you'll surely see that I'm talking a crock. But the daughter who's youngest is truly top tottie, a lady courageous and fair, Who's known the world over as Leia Organa, that girl with fantastical hair. But I better get on with this quick introduction, so as not to hinder-delay her, Why, look everybody at who it is, it's beautiful Cinderelleia! Cinderelleia: Hello boys and girls! Audience: Hello Cinderella-Leia-rella-leela-bella! Cinderelleia: Yes, my name is Cinderelleia, but you may also call me Carrie Fisher, And I have an awful family problem, which rightly belongs on that show Trisha. My two stepsisters are ugly and mean, they have me slaving all the long day, Oh, why can't I meet a handsome Prince Charming, who'll come and take me away? Stepsister Obi: Don't make me laugh sis, the only Prince you'll ever meet is the one known as Naseem, As like him, you've been banged up and you know your way around a glove's seam. I'm the most beautiful lady here, with a Forceful spirit and huge bags known as 'fun', I'll Negotiate my way into the Prince's arms, I'm Stepsister Number Obi-One. Stepsister Threepio: Now who can doubt my glorious tanned complexion, it's as smooth and sleek as pure gold, If you're looking for the very model of womanhood, I'm sure you'll agree I fit the mould. So get back to work little sister, and be sure to give the floor another hard scrub, As beer goggles can never hurt our cause, we're both off down the pub. Narrator: Poor, poor Cinderelleia, to be so thusly boned, Her fate seems even more terrifying than Boba Fett many times cloned. Surely there is a Prince out there, who could prove humanity the noblest mammal, One whose virtue shines ever true, and could be played by that bloke, Mark Hammill. Prince: Yes, my name is the Prince, not the Artist formerly known as a nonsensical symbol, You may also know me as Luke Skywalker, a Jedi Master who's fast and nimble. But in this play I'm blue-blood royalty, sophisticated and loaded with cash, So in the true monarchical style, I'll blow it all on Corgis, and throw a big bash. I'll send out invites across the land, to ensure all the tastiest honeys, Will arrive and be impressed by my huge tower, and my large amount of monies. But truth be told, I'm really looking for a girl who'll slip her finger in my ring, And though a painful process, sure, I would forsake all others for this simple piece of bling. * * * Narrator: And so, one week later, a letter popped through the Hardup household door, And was picked by Cinderelleia, who had been busily mopping the floor. Cinderelleia: What's this? A party? At the house of that gorgeous Prince Charming? Oh, this is terrible and oh-so alarming. For you see, I have absolutely nothing to wear, Why does life have to be so unfair? My rags all have dirt marks and stains of linguini, And I simply can't meet a Prince in my golden bikini. (Male) Audience: Oh, yes you can! Cinderelleia: Oh, no I can't! Be careful, sunshine, and remember what happened to the last bloke who wanted me in that costume. You know, big feller, liked his pizza. Narrator: But just when Cinders was about to despair, A powerful green fairy levitated down from the air. In order to rhyme, he was holding a soda, That's right everyone, it's that bonnie Master Yoda! Yoda: Exception, I take, at being called a 'green fairy' Want me, you do not, to start getting lairy! Narrator: I beg to differ, your name is Fairy Godmother So please get on with it and stop being a bother. Fairy Godmother: Oh very well, will I, defer Though of this Narrator, my opinion, is quite amateur And worse, this script is, than what I could come up with on the night, This writing, honestly is no better than cow pat-sized . . . umm, fright. But what have I here, a Senator short of a toga, Worry not, lass, leave it to your Godmother Yoda. Have you, I will, looking fitter than even your mother, To your quest, speed you on, to get off with your brother. If all night, it does take, I will still get it done, For now, to our audience, we say: see you later, it's the end of Part One! Thanks for reading. Praise, criticism, and moans that I didn't get Yoda's speech structure right are all most welcome. -----signature----- "I'm the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business And probably in existence, what's your consensus?" - Canibus Padawan to furrylittlebantha
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/3/07 4:23pm Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour)
	I liked it! Keep it going! -----signature----- New Bespin Café - come visit THE place for H/L fans http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/29538471 Diving (a H/L intertrilogy AU) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27836852
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ZEGO Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 12/4/07 10:40am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) - Date Edited: 12/4/07 10:42am (3 edits total) Edited By: ZEGO
	Narrator: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, I bid you welcome to our play, That's set in that place you love, the galaxy far, far away. And despite copious amounts of cross-dressing, that upon your eyes might lay, You certainly will not find here a non-TOS-compliant gay. So come and join us, if you please, in a land from a long-lost time, Where characters are broadly-drawn and inexplicably talk in rhyme. I can't fathom what urged you to write something like this, but I'm really glad you did. I was laughing through this whole thing! Great work, Bionic. -----signature----- Awaken Darkness- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/23633458/p1/?4 Gamma Cell- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27091571&brd=10476 Cole: "Please, Landon. You and Zego are in great danger!" Landon: "Welcome to Tatooine."
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Anakin_Heartbreaker Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 12/5/07 9:29am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour)
	Cinderelleia: What's this? A party? At the house of that gorgeous Prince Charming? Oh, this is terrible and oh-so alarming. For you see, I have absolutely nothing to wear, Why does life have to be so unfair? My rags all have dirt marks and stains of linguini, And I simply can't meet a Prince in my golden bikini. (Male) Audience: Oh, yes you can! And I hope she does! This is just incredible!!!! How did you put this together, I'm staggered by how good this is! If there is more, I'd love to read it! Bravo.
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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 12/5/07 11:46am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour)
	Cinderelleia - I love the play on the name. The Chewie joke -> Good fun so far, bi0nic - PM me on the updates. -----signature----- Not charging for Awesomeness. Gentlemen's Writing Guild 'Shipwrecked' challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30481486/r30519170/ psst: It's "crazy good", says a source.
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bi0nic Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/6/07 3:50am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour)
	Golden_Jedi: Glad to hear it. I certainly will keep it going, thanks! ZEGO: Yes, I can see why this may seem a bit strange for you guys across the pond, as I understand you don't really do Pantos over there. But over here, the Christmas Panto at your local theatre is as common a seasonal tradition as your favourite TV show doing a Christmas special. But I'm really pleased you thought I got a few laughs in there, as I was concerned with how Yank-friendly this was going to be (what with all the British pop culture references, in addition to the unfamiliarity with the genre itself). Thanks for reading! Anakin_Heartbreaker: lol, if only that were possible. I'm afraid it'd be too much a breach of convention for Cinderella to go to the Ball without wearing a ball-gown, in spite of our male wishes to the contrary. Thank you very much, you're too kind. There certainly is more, so never fear on that count. Thanks again! BigE: Thanks, yeah, the name worked out quite well, I thought. Cheers for the appreciation of the Chewie joke, despite its groan-inducing nature, it was a fun little stand-up-esque one-liner to do. Thanks for reading, PMs are yours for the receiving. If anyone else would like PMs, you need only ask. -----signature----- "I'm the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business And probably in existence, what's your consensus?" - Canibus Padawan to furrylittlebantha
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bi0nic Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/10/07 7:06am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour)
	Part 2 Narrator: So all through the night, did the Fairy Godmother toil, To get ol' Cinders looking like a true Princess royal. Cinderelleia: Oh Fairy Godmother, thank you so much, this dress is well rad, It's even sexier than the black corset Mum wore, when she first had it off with Dad. With this fabulicious ball-gown, I'll be sure to snag myself a man, As all the blokes'll be checking me out, when I go looking dapperer than Dan. Fairy Godmother: Your horses, hold onto for a min, dear young Miss Organa, A pimped-out ride do you still require, and for that I need a pumpkin or banana. Oh never mind, a swamp I see, and it'll be a far less complex thing, My mighty Godmother powers to use, to lift out a slimy, stinking X-wing. Cinderelleia: Oh, Fairy G, you've outdone yourself, it's a quality motor, if a bit whiffy, To offset the smell, and look more posh, though, a Footman would be quite spiffy. Fairy Godmother: The man for the job, do I know, who could handle your ride's mare horse, hun In front of our eyes all along, he's been, yes it's that feller from Air Force One. Buttons: Hello boys and girls! Audience: Hello Buttons! Buttons: Oh boys and girls, I don't mind being a Footman, as a servant's life is my calling, But it's troubling that I'll never be anything more, as in love with Cinders I'm falling. Audience: Awww! Buttons: Thank you. But even with mythical Cupid's arrow, I'd never her heartstrings be able to pluck As our society's class-based, with she a Lord's daughter, and me as common as muck. While I do want her to be happy, and her choice to be with that Prince should be free Though he may have money and boyish charm, don't you think she'd be better off with me? Audience: Yes! Buttons: Really? Audience: Yes! Buttons: Alright then, I'll go ahead and tell her how I feel! Cinders? Cinderelleia: Yes, Buttons? Buttons: Er, um . . . Oh, I can't! Out if it, I'd just make a meal! Fairy Godmother: Now, if finished you are, little Footman, of getting ideas above your station, To business perhaps we can get back, as I've just had another flash of inspiration. An idea I've had to make all the other girls at the Ball look like a convent of nuns, In Prince-nabbing competition, to give you the edge, I shall grant you magical buns! Cinderelleia and several members of the audience look shocked. Fairy Godmother: Though your own dirty minds it was that conjured that up, further confusion I will spare you, Speaking I'm not about any lady's rude bits, but rather an iconic hair-do. The love of Prince Charming ensured will be, but what I say next must not be forgot, A warning, dear Cinders that when midnight you reach, look as good you will not. So into the night, my Goddaughter, ride off, stay under the speed-limit but be hasty When at the buffet table, you do arrive, bring me back any rootleaf stew that looks especially tasty. * * * Narrator: Hello there and welcome to our audience, greetings one and all, It's my pleasure to present to you now, the star-studded Prince's Ball. And no, that's not the result of a tragic ninja attack, It's the party of the millennium, so come in and have a snack. Prince: In terms of alcohol and music, I'd have to say this party's cracking, Although a serious letdown is that the talent's decidedly lacking. Apart from the Bith band I booked's fine-looking backup singers, The rest of the female crowd up in here is a proper bunch of mingers. I can see the Hardup twin-sisters, and they are far from fit, In fact, I think I can honestly say that I'd prefer the Sarlaac pit. I can't think why all the invited hotties, are yet to arrive, Unless of course they're put off by that scar, that I got between Episodes IV and V. Narrator: At that very moment, an unknown Princess walked into the great hall, And who was it? Why, Cinderelleia, the fairest of them all. Prince: Phoar! By the Force, I say, what a cracking female stunner! I just hope I can get in there before Janson, that prolific free tail-gunner. My lady, might I be so bold as to ask you for the pleasure of this dance? You're saucier than Blue Milk, don't tell me, you're from France? Cinderelleia: Surely, my lord knows that Alderaan is truly all der rage, But there is a French connection, sure, we all drink wine, even the underage. Prince: Cor, I like the sound of you already, let's get you liquored up, We've also got nibbles galore, from twiglets to snickers, yup. Cinderelleia: While on pringles I'll gladly munch, of drinks I'll have none, my lord, Methinks your desire to see me get rat-arsed is slightly untoward. If any lewdness is in your mind, then what kind of girl do you think I am? Between scrubbing it/debates on the floor, I haven't time for a single-mother's pram. Prince: My dear sweet lady, you've got it all wrong, if I may make this intervention, I can assure you right now that my mind only contains the very purest of intention. May I compliment you, by the by, on your lovely, firm and round buns, As far as eye candy goes with you, they're almost as nice as your guns. Cinderelleia looks down to reveal a pair of blasters nestled in twin holsters hanging from her belt. Cinderelleia: What, these? Oh, you see, one has to carry something, round my ends for protection, It can be pretty rough in my south Alderaan section. While I do like you dancing with me and showing such affection, I hope what you're pressing against me is not your . . . predilection, For mere appearances, I believe beauty is more than follicle-deep, The man who looks past my great barnet is the one that I'd keep. Though when I first saw you, my heart did indeed leap, I fear now that you may really be rather a creep. Prince: While I agree our first meeting has been slightly tempestuous, As yet we don't know that is it actually incestuous. So I suggest we enjoy it while it does in fact last, Oh doesn't time fly, it's already five past! Cinderelleia: Five past twelve, oh no! I've got to be off at a canter, Umm, you've obviously worn me out, my lord, from your witty high banter. I don't even have time to see what on my way out I've forgot, Oh never mind, I'm sure it won't be relevant to the plot. Narrator: And so Cinderelleia did indeed race off back home, So that the Fairy Godmother's magic would not her facade disown, But in her hurry to get back to hers to catch a repeat of Rome, She did not realise that in her rush, she dropped her special, bun-creating hair-clip/comb. What in the GFFA will our protagonist's fate be? The only way to find out dear reader, is to wait for the concluding Act, Part 3! -----signature----- "I'm the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business And probably in existence, what's your consensus?" - Canibus Padawan to furrylittlebantha
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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 12/11/07 8:18am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Updated 10 Dec
	Though when I first saw you, my heart did indeed leap, I fear now that you may really be rather a creep. Excellent! I can't wait for the 3rd installment! -----signature----- Not charging for Awesomeness. Gentlemen's Writing Guild 'Shipwrecked' challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30481486/r30519170/ psst: It's "crazy good", says a source.
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bi0nic Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/13/07 9:36am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Updated 10 Dec
	Thanks BigE! Glad you're enjoying. -----signature----- "I'm the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business And probably in existence, what's your consensus?" - Canibus Padawan to furrylittlebantha
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MarasFire Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 12/13/07 12:58pm Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Updated 10 Dec
	Wow, I'm extremely impressed. This is hilarious and it rhymes! I'm looking forward to Part 3! -----signature----- It's better to laugh than to cry, don't you think? I do. Even when the world is scary and sad. Especially when the world is scary and sad. That's when you need to laugh. —Marco
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bi0nic Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/17/07 7:34am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Updated 10 Dec
	Thanks, MarasFire! And you shall have to look forward no longer, as here follows the third and final installment . . . Part 3 Narrator: As the party was winding down, into the wee small hours, The Prince was still as yet to score, his pulling power being nowhere near Austin Powers. Successful the party had indeed been, in terms of not getting crashed, But that didn't stop the Prince from being slumped in the corner, completely and utterly smashed. Prince: Hic! Whassh going on, where's that dude who said he could sell me some drugs? And where's that foxy red-headed bird, the one with the massive great jugs, Of sangria, but the one I have to say I miss the most, is that fine Alderaanian Princess, She had a great personality, sure, but also that sexy tight-skin dress! And the hairstyle she so elegantly sported, could only be described as beguiling, I can't think of a girl I'd rather make my trouble and strife, and have to do my ironing. Before I wander off to that table, to see of there's any more crisps or spare dip, What is that I spy upon the floor, could it be the Princess' hair-clip? An idea I have forming, even though from those tequila slammers I'm still feeling woozy, Throughout the galaxy shall I travel to try out the hair-clip on every last floozy! * * * Narrator: And so throughout the cosmos, under the Prince's banner, The atypically hetero hair-stylist's quest continued, 'til one day it came to Hardup Manor. Prince: Ladies, I'm the catch of the century, I'm a lover-of-Shakespeare-sonnets toff, The only requirement before we wed is that first you must all whip your bonnets off. So if with me you want to get hitched, let me have a butchers at that barnet fair, For all you Yanks out there in the crowd, that's Cockney rhyming slang for 'look at that hair'. Stepsister Obi: Ooh, isn't he gorgeous, sis, he's good enough to eat! Stepsister Threepio: Everything always is with you, even French cheese that smells like feet. Stepsister Obi: Shut up you skank, I'm telling you, that he's captured my heart. Stepsister Threepio: I think an army of cholesterol beat him to it, you bloated, gussied up tart! Princes must be treated with respect, so let's give him a big hand. Stepsister Obi: Well you've certainly got the right equipment for that, you glorified hat-stand! Stepsister Threepio: I'm kinky, C-me P oh, won't you take me up the aisle? Stepsister Obi: He certainly wouldn't be the first. But let's win the Prince together, sis, now smile! The Ugly Stepsisters both flash the Prince a classically British smile, with teeth as crooked as a Tory MP, and as yellow as George Bush during the Vietnam War. Prince: Eeesh, these chicks are nasty, what have I let myself in for? They're ugly as sin itself and have breath worse than a rancor's roar. Oh, but well, I must oblige, even if they look a bit weird, What's this, a thinning hairline? Should I try the hair-clip on your beard? And this next one is just as bad, with features like that of a portly pig, This isn't even a real head of hair, but a stylish courtly wig! Oh woe is me, shall I never see again that fit belle of the Ball? Maybe next time I should use my targeting computer, not rely on the Force, I'll give Dell a call. Cinderelleia: What's going on? What's all the commotion? Has all my scrubbing earned me a promotion? The Prince! He's found me, wow, that's devotion! But you've not pulled yet, mate, so stock up on hand lotion. Prince: The Princess! It's her, though it turns out she's chavvy, I don't care though, I still think she's well savvy. The Prince puts the hair-clip into Cinderelleia's flowing chestnut (roasting on an open fire) locks. Prince: The hair that I first saw at my big bash! Let's get hitched, love, and spare not the cash. When we're on honeymoon, let's hope our driver's not lashed, So you don't end up like that other Princess, the one whose car crashed. Cinderelleia: Whoa, steady on there son, I've not agreed yet, I'm really not all that sure, so I'd hedge your bet. I don't know boys and girls, the Prince seems a bit wet, Could there be another guy for me . . . perhaps one I've already met? Audience: Buttons! Cinderelleia: What's that? Audience: Buttons! Cinderelleia: Buttons? The servant? Oh, I don't know, Though he is quite hunky and could, on me, grow. In many respects, you might say he is proper bo, But when I say "I love you", will he just say "I know"? Buttons: I'd say that and more, my beautiful Cinders, Many times I've stared into your eyes, what they call the soul winders. You know that between us there's a connection that lingers, If you said that you loved me, it'd be a much better Surprise than Kinder's. Cinderelleia: Okay, you've swayed me, you sexy non-Force-user, I'm sorry Prince Charming, it turns out you're the loser, I want a manly scoundrel, not an upper-class snoozer, So come on then babes, let's go down the boozer. Prince: I've missed out on a girl hotter than Kelly Brook, Who cares if our kids would've looked like ee-Wooks? I should have a wife now, being hetero as a chess rook, Don't tell me I'll have to wait 'til an insufferable EU book! * * * Narrator: So Han and Leia got married, the be-wigged Threepio entered the House of Lords, But you already know the OT story by now, either from the films or boards. But all agreed that the play was, pure fan fiction heaven, As it was Cinderelleia -- The Star Wars Panto of Christmas 2007! All that is left now, is for the credits to roll down, And this humble Narrator hopes that you get snow in your hometown, But whatever your personal circumstance, enjoy the seasonal cheer, So have a very Merry Christmas and also a Happy New Year! THE END -----signature----- "I'm the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business And probably in existence, what's your consensus?" - Canibus Padawan to furrylittlebantha
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BigE Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 12/17/07 8:56pm Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Complete 17 Dec
	That was great! But... Prince: I've missed out on a girl hotter than Kelly Brook, Who cares if our kids would've looked like ee-Wooks? I should have a wife now, being hetero as a chess rook, Don't tell me I'll have to wait 'til an insufferable EU book! ...Mara's a hottie. Prince ought not complain. -----signature----- Not charging for Awesomeness. Gentlemen's Writing Guild 'Shipwrecked' challenge: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30481486/r30519170/ psst: It's "crazy good", says a source.
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/18/07 4:17am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Complete 17 Dec
	Cinderelleia: Okay, you've swayed me, you sexy non-Force-user, I'm sorry Prince Charming, it turns out you're the loser, I want a manly scoundrel, not an upper-class snoozer, So come on then babes, let's go down the boozer Very original Christmas fic! -----signature----- New Bespin Café - come visit THE place for H/L fans http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/29538471 Diving (a H/L intertrilogy AU) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27836852
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CerasiTachi Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 12/18/07 5:09am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Complete 17 Dec
	Prince: Eeesh, these chicks are nasty, what have I let myself in for? They're ugly as sin itself and have breath worse than a rancor's roar. I'm sure Obi and Threepio would be ugly as women Cinderelleia: Buttons? The servant? Oh, I don't know, Though he is quite hunky and could, on me, grow. In many respects, you might say he is proper bo, But when I say "I love you", will he just say "I know"? Buttons: I'd say that and more, my beautiful Cinders, Many times I've stared into your eyes, what they call the soul winders. That was so cute Cinderelleia: Okay, you've swayed me, you sexy non-Force-user, I'm sorry Prince Charming, it turns out you're the loser, I want a manly scoundrel, not an upper-class snoozer, So come on then babes, let's go down the boozer. Prince: I've missed out on a girl hotter than Kelly Brook, Who cares if our kids would've looked like ee-Wooks? I should have a wife now, being hetero as a chess rook, Don't tell me I'll have to wait 'til an insufferable EU book! I love the ending! It was wonderful. How long did it take you to write this? -----signature----- Sock for MarasFire
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bi0nic Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/19/07 7:31am Subject: RE: Cinderelleia -- A Star Wars Christmas Panto (crossover, humour) Complete 17 Dec
	BigE: Cheers, E! I agree with you about Mara, no question. But I've found that an annoyingly whiny Luke can be a fairly decent source of comedy at times, so I think it was worth it to have him seem signally ungrateful for the woman he'd eventually be matched with. Thanks for reading, mate! Golden_Jedi: Thank you very much, glad you enjoyed. CerasiTachi: I'm sure Obi and Threepio would be ugly as women lol, no doubt. That was so cute Why, thank you. I'm pleased that some heart-warming cuddlyness kinda came through at the end, as any Panto worth its salt should leave you with some kind of a feel-good factor when you walk out. How long did it take you to write this? This was possibly the quickest fic I've ever written, I finished it in maybe four or five days. That's partly because once I'd established the structure and the rhythm at the beginning, the rest of it fell into place quite easily; and partly cos it was just simply a lot of fun to write. Thanks for reading, Cerasi/MarasFire! -----signature----- "I'm the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business And probably in existence, what's your consensus?" - Canibus Padawan to furrylittlebantha
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